Attempting Humility

Phoebe couldn't help the tiny, little, yet oh-so-obvious self-satisfied smirk that curved her lips as he spoke. She crossed her arms and tilted her head as she listened to him explain himself. Okay, so he maintained he wasn't manipulating those who followed to worship as he did, but everything else apparently she had been spot on with. These were words and confessions she frankly had never thought she would hear coming from Bastien. He was so full of himself, so confident in his rightness, that everything he was saying was in complete discord with who she knew him as. He almost seemed defeated in a sense. It was an image that she had thought she would find amusing. Deserved. But instead, the smirk faltered. He was pitiful. And despite her best efforts she felt sorry for him. It was irritating. The blonde turned and briefly walked away, stopping in front of the little stove where she had a spicy tea brewing. She poured herself a cup, staring at it as she considered what she might say or do. "Tell me what has occurred that has brought you to this realization?" she said seriously, glancing back up at him. She held her mug with both hands, considering him with a serious gaze. "And why are you here to tell me this?" she asked. She wasn't a deity. She didn't know exactly how they all worked or thought, she only just had a faint grasp on Frey. What did telling her this accomplish? Phoebe shine like gold, buzz like a bee, oh you make me smile